Morning of New Beginnings

Chapter 73: Morning of New Beginnings

The warmth of the sun painted golden streaks across the sky as Hyun and Yuna wandered through the peaceful meadow. The grass was soft beneath their feet, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Everything about this moment felt delicate—like a dream they had desperately fought to hold onto.

Yuna stretched her arms above her head, sighing in contentment. "I can't remember the last time I felt this… free."

Hyun glanced at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "Feels nice, doesn't it? No battles, no fate chasing us—just you and me."

She nodded, turning to face him. "But you know what would make this morning even better?"

Hyun raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Yuna grinned mischievously. "Food."

A laugh bubbled from his chest. "Alright, alright. Let's see if this world has something edible."

They walked further into the meadow until they stumbled upon a quiet stream, crystal-clear water flowing gently over smooth stones. Trees with branches heavy with golden fruit lined the banks, their leaves shimmering in the sunlight.

Yuna reached up and plucked one of the fruits, inspecting it curiously. "Think it's safe?"

Hyun chuckled. "Only one way to find out."

She took a careful bite, her eyes widening in delight. "It's sweet! Try it!"

Hyun took a fruit for himself, the burst of flavor on his tongue unlike anything he'd ever tasted. As they ate, the quiet between them wasn't empty—it was warm, filled with the silent understanding that, for the first time in forever, they could simply exist without worry.

Yuna leaned her head against his shoulder. "Hyun?"

"Hmm?"

"Even after everything… you'd still choose this, right? Us?"

Hyun looked down at her, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "Every single time."

Yuna closed her eyes, a peaceful smile forming on her lips. "Me too."

As the morning sun continued to rise, painting the sky with endless colors, Hyun and Yuna sat together by the stream, enjoying their first true moment of peace.

Chapter 74: A Love Written in the Stars

The sun hung higher in the sky, casting soft golden hues over the meadow where Hyun and Yuna rested. A gentle breeze carried the scent of wildflowers, and the distant hum of a flowing stream filled the silence between them.

Yuna lay on the grass, gazing up at the sky, her fingers lazily tracing patterns in the air. "Do you ever think about what could have been?"

Hyun turned his head to look at her, propping himself up on one elbow. "What do you mean?"

She let out a soft sigh, a thoughtful expression on her face. "If things had been different. If we had met under normal circumstances, without fate pulling us apart. What kind of life would we have had?"

Hyun smiled, shifting closer. "Maybe we would've been two ordinary people. I would've met you in a coffee shop, and you'd pretend not to notice me staring."

Yuna giggled. "And then you'd come up with some terrible excuse to talk to me."

He chuckled. "Probably something ridiculous, like asking for directions even though I already knew the way."

She laughed, the sound light and carefree. "And maybe I would've let you struggle for a bit before giving in."

Hyun reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "But even if fate didn't tie us together like this, I believe I still would've found you."

Yuna's breath hitched slightly at his words, her eyes searching his. "You really believe that?"

He nodded. "No matter the world, no matter the life—I'd always find my way back to you."

Yuna's heart swelled, warmth spreading through her chest. She reached up, her fingers intertwining with his. "Then let's promise something."

Hyun tilted his head. "What kind of promise?"

She squeezed his hand gently. "No matter where life takes us, no matter what comes next, we always choose each other. Again and again."

His expression softened, and he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Always."

The wind whispered around them, carrying their unspoken vows to the sky. The stars had once written their fate, but now, they would write their own story—one filled with love, laughter, and the promise of forever.

Chapter 75: The Language of Love

The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the meadow, painting everything in soft warmth. Hyun and Yuna sat side by side beneath a willow tree, the gentle rustling of leaves filling the air like a whispered melody.

Yuna let out a dreamy sigh, tilting her head toward Hyun. "Do you ever wonder how love is supposed to feel?"

Hyun turned to her, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "I think it feels like this."

Yuna chuckled softly. "Like sitting under a tree with you?"

He nodded, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Like knowing I could sit here forever and never get tired of it."

A blush dusted her cheeks, but she didn't look away. Instead, she shifted closer, resting her head against his shoulder. "I think love is also in the small things. The way you always know when I'm cold before I even say it. The way you listen—even when I ramble about silly things."

Hyun smiled, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her palm. "Then I must love you a lot, because I notice every little thing about you."

She looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat. "Tell me something you've never told me before."

Hyun thought for a moment, then leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. "Sometimes, when I look at you, I wonder if I'm still dreaming. Because you're too perfect to be real."

Yuna's breath caught in her throat, warmth blooming in her chest. "Hyun…"

Before she could say more, he gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "And if this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up."

Her heart pounded as she closed the distance between them, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. It was slow, unhurried—filled with every emotion they couldn't put into words.

When they finally pulled apart, Yuna smiled, resting her forehead against his. "Then let's never wake up."

Hyun chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Deal."

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting everything in shades of amber and rose, they sat there—wrapped in each other's warmth, speaking in a language only they could understand.